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[]Ecclesiastes 11:9

Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.
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"Brethren, be not children in understanding: howbeit in malice be ye children, but in understanding be men."

[☨]The rapid pitter-patter of feet click and clack all the way down the boardwalk. A youth by the age of 12 in appearance, wearing a black cassock and a small gold stole, had been running for what seemed days. He was withering at this point, wrought with exhaust and worry knitting his slender platinum brows. Stopping at the corner of an ally, he slipped into the shadows simply to catch his breath, gasping so hard as if he were attempting to compensate for the size of his tiny lungs.[☨]


Ang...lin..a... Nill.. Nill please come back...!


[☨]Panting he sniveled, tears leaking from his eyes were rubbed out angerly with blood-flecked hands.[☨]



St..stupid.. little brat.. whimpering wo-wont make her listen!


[☨]The chase had gone on for.. how long.. he couldn't remember. He was lost, and everything looked so much bigger now. The little lamb knew this dastardly place, yet he had gone in so many twists and turns that the way back to the church was long strayed from him.[☨]

G..got to.. go back.. m-maybe sh-she went back... H-aah..!?

[☨]A sharp shrill gasp was muffled under his mouth as a deeper shadow cast across his minikin form and a horrible beastly rumble rippled the air about him. Before his glassy eyes lurched one of those horrific demon spawn, it's beak-like jaws pincing open and closed and settling it's wicked eye upon him.[☨]

S-San Michele Arcangelo! Difendici nella battaglia; contro le malvagità e le insidie del diavolo sii nostro aiuto... Aa-a-amen!

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Date: 2010-07-30 01:08 am (UTC)
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[Tearing the Earth asunder in a righteous hail of thunder came the tower of Incorruptible Faith barreling between child and monster, the evening glare of light reflecting blindingly bright across his shining figure. Glorious and Saintly, a crown of Thorns burned brighter than the golden flames of God, showering the streets in sparks as his arms were pushed down swiftly, crushing the head of the dragon in a single fell swoop.

In a fountainous spew of tainted blood a foul screech mangled the air with its rank, putrid sound and the thing lay twitching on its side from the sheer force of the blow, the exoskeleton of the shell literally split in two.

The Spawn of Hell was no match for the Sacred Arm of God, whose massive frame appeared in the substance of flesh yet not flesh, standing tall even as he cut down his enemies. In the span of a single instant he had rent the unsightly mass to ribbons, not a single spot of taint on him.]

Action!

Date: 2010-07-30 01:28 am (UTC)
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[The trifling youth had clutched his head down as the behemoth-like figure of a man soared over him and descended upon the creature like a merciless Right Hand of God. The creature had no had a chance to even contemplate it's offense before it was sent into the lake of fire squealing like a pig.

Trembling hands slowly wretched their way from his crown of light blond, blurry eyes peering up at the stature of Divine Punishment standing before him with his gallant back turned. Enrico's irises became as discuses, wide and wavering at the sight of his beloved shepherd, resurrected from the dead '3 Days Later'.]


H..haa... F...F-a... Fath..er..?
Edited Date: 2010-07-30 01:28 am (UTC)

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Date: 2010-07-30 01:54 am (UTC)
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[Training a vigilant eye on the Young Serpent the Warrior of God who was neither wholly son of Adam nor the grass of the fields pivoted on his heel, his silhouette cast down upon the cherubic boy like the granite crest of a Holy mountain. He treaded forwards, lumbering forth in what the wicked could only describe as Dread Fear that griped the very intimate fibres of their blackened souls.

Mighty and Powerful the sentinel faced his Leader, a single rose unshielded in the flood of a storm.]

Action!

Date: 2010-07-30 02:27 am (UTC)
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[A sudden ambiance like a cold and unforgiving wind, chilled the cherub till he was as frozen as his marbled likeness. What was this thing.. this creature... this abomination that wore his shepherd's flesh?

He couldn't stagger, he couldn't move. Every motion to leap to flight had been stilled by his cemented fear as if his eyes beheld the garish Crucifixion enbodied in one horrific figure.]


A-aa-..aaa--aa-ah..!

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Date: 2010-07-30 05:50 am (UTC)
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[A breathless moment, and the two, boy and beast, faced one another, one flesh and one borne from the Seeds of Christ. Whip-like tendrils, thick and thorn-ridden, covered roughly three-quarters of his head, leaving only a part of his blonde locks and visage to exposure, along with a single vigilant eye.

With a soft vibration the twining green vines flick out to gently grasp his wrist, the oddly fleshy tendrils having an unnatural sentience as they slid around the alabaster appendage.
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Edited Date: 2010-07-30 06:05 am (UTC)

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Date: 2010-07-30 06:29 am (UTC)
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[A shrill scream belted out from the choir-boy's throat and he tugged back like a tiny fish caught on a hook. Hot tears welled up in his terror-stricken eyes as he trembled in such a morbid fright he looked as if he might pale into faintness.]

L..let go! Let go! Let go please.. please.. please don't hu--hurt me! Let me go!!

Edited Date: 2010-07-30 06:30 am (UTC)

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Date: 2010-07-30 06:49 am (UTC)
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. . .

[Traversing closer the Saintly Relic only firms the grip and sets a warm hand on his brow, the touch strangely soothing despite his appearance as he dragged his perfectly human fingers across that tender brow.]
Edited Date: 2010-07-30 06:52 am (UTC)

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Date: 2010-08-07 01:44 am (UTC)
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[Dread in it's darkest form gripped his tiny heart as that monstrous hold gripped upon him. He started to weep, wailing like a child lost in the wilderness and wolves baying for his blood. He pulled but there was no give... And so he groveled, breaking down into heartfelt sobs as those tears cascaded down his tender face.]

Lord.. Lord.. S-s-ssorry... I'm sorry.. I'm sorry please.. please... I swear to you I'll..

I-I'll never condemn you again.. I didn't want to! I DIDN'T WANT TO PLEASE..!!
Edited Date: 2010-08-07 01:44 am (UTC)

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